(She Speaks.) <br /> <br /> <br />I MEANT to be so strong and true! <br />The world may smile and question, When? <br />But what I might have been to you <br />I cannot be to other men. <br />Just one in twenty to the rest, <br />And all in all to you alone, - <br />This was my dream; perchance 'tis best <br />That this, like other dreams, is flown. <br /> <br /> <br />For you I should have been so kind, <br />So prompt my spirit to control, <br />To win fresh vigor for my mind, <br />And purer beauties for my soul; <br />Beneath your eye I might have grown <br />To that divine, ideal height, <br />Which, mating wholly with your own, <br />Our equal spirits should unite.<br /><br />Edith Wharton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-failure-5/
